Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"drink!"

Goel swung the Hammer of Doom and smashed the head of a demon guard. Orgrim, who was guarding beside Goel, kicked the headless demon, and a large area fell around them. Demons with different forms of death.

"Huh~huh~"

Today was the second night when the orcs guarded the checkpoint, and the demons swarmed in seemingly endlessly. The orcs suffered heavy casualties and forced Goel to go up the city wall to kill the enemies.

The magic power in his body was exhausted, and he couldn't call for the help of the elements for the time being. Go'el could only swing his warhammer with the strong body trained by Orgrim to attack.

Even so, his physical strength was almost at the limit, and Orgrim, who was old and frail, was panting heavily.

Bloody Brox stood beside his brother Varok. The two seemed to be at the end of their battles, but Varok was still holding his body up, commanding the remaining orcs to maintain the battle line.

Orgrim put his warhammer on the ground with great difficulty to prop up his body, "Guiel, back off, if you continue to fight, the whole army will be wiped out."

Goyle gritted his teeth, "Have you reached the limit? It's a pity that I couldn't stick to the third day."

The orc's plight has long been seen by the prophet Velen. In order to prevent the defense line from being breached by the demons, the draenei rushed from behind the defense line in advance and took over the work of the orcs to fight the demons.

Orgrim subconsciously avoided Velen's sight. The older generation of orcs and draenei had an inextricable hatred, and the main reason for the hatred was the orcs who were bewitched by demons.

Although Goel had heard about this period of history from elders such as Orgrim and Drek'Thar, he didn't feel deeply about it because he hadn't experienced it himself.

"Your Excellency Velen, thank the Draenei for their timely reinforcements."

Velen nodded lightly and said, "You're welcome, it's all for Azeroth, you guys retreat first, leave this place to us."

"snort!"

A heavily armored paladin beside Velen couldn't help but groan heavily at the orc.

Velen raised his white eyebrows slightly, and reminded in a deep voice, "Maraad, restrain yourself."

"...Yes, Prophet."

Maraad's own sister died at the hands of the orcs. Even if he received orthodox paladin education since he was a child, he was still just a mortal with all kinds of emotions and six desires, and it was impossible for him to be generous enough to forgive an enemy who harbored deep hatred.

Except for Go'el and the young orcs of the new generation, including Orgrim, the orcs who participated in the draenei war hurriedly evacuated to the rear, unwilling to have any contact with these draenei with hatred. Lots of eye contact.

Samara asked with an unhappy expression, "Prophet, do you really think these orcs can change their ways? Their barbaric nature is not brought about by the blood of demons, right?"

Velen caressed his white beard and watched the orcs withdraw into the portal. Those eyes that could see the future were shining with a magnificent brilliance like a starry sky, and it took a few seconds for them to slowly return to normal.

"The past crimes of the orcs are gradually dissipating with the passing of the older generation. Under the leadership of the new great chief named Goel, the orcs do have the intention of changing their past barbaric traditions, at least for now it is enough."

Looking up at the still mighty demon army in the distance, Velen sighed and said, "Azeroth is the last refuge and counterattack place for the draenei. To protect this world, we need to unite everyone's strength."

"The hatred between the orcs and the Draenei is not a special case. Humans who have been brutally invaded also have blood feuds with them. However, when facing powerful foreign enemies, we must put these contradictions aside for the time being."

"The Burning Legion is the strongest enemy we need to face together. We cannot let hatred control our hearts and cause unnecessary internal strife at this critical moment."

"Yes, your will."

In this battle of Hyjal, Velen brought three Archbishops including Akama, Maladaar and Neri, as well as Nubundo, Maraad, Samara and Yrel, etc. rising star.

Archbishop Osar and Hataru stayed on the Lost Islands to make final adjustments to the Storm Fortress. As a last resort, this spaceship used for interstellar navigation also needs to join the battle.

The Storm Fortress was not built by the naaru for battle. Among the several escort spaceships, only the Arcatraz had a certain amount of defensive firepower, but it could not gain the upper hand at all against the fel warships of the Burning Legion.

However, Storm Fortress is Naru's ship after all, and with Naru sitting in command, this fleet can more or less display some combat capabilities.

"let's start."

Velen's original gentle expression gradually turned dignified, "The last time we fought directly with the Burning Legion was hundreds of years ago. This time, the Draenei will not flee again!"

"Boom!" The Prophet's staff slammed down heavily, and Velen encouraged the morale of the whole army in a passionate tone, "Draenei! Show our will to the Burning Legion, Azeroth must not fall, before the time limit is up We must defend this fortress!"

"yes!"

...

In fact, the reinforcements sent by the draenei this time are still somewhat reserved, at least the naaru in Storm Fortress did not come to the front line.

However, Andrea did not question this question. Naaru is the last reliance of the Draenei, and they will not easily reveal their cards until the most critical moment.

When the draenei replaced the orcs and continued to guard the second checkpoint, the tauren, tol'vir and support from various countries in the eastern continent rushed to break through the blocking of the Burning Legion one after another.

At the same time as the support from various races arrived, the latest news from Felwood Forest followed closely behind.

When Malfurion arrived in Felwood, Illidan, who had just been "released from prison", did something amazing again.

Tichondrius and others accepted Archimonde's order to extract the fel energy from Gul'dan's skull and quietly corrupt Felwood.

The sentinel led by Leticia was chasing down this group of fleeing dreadlords, but the cunning Nathrezim never let Leticia catch their tails.

When Illidan arrived in Felwood, some areas of the northern forest had been corrupted by evil energy, and the local flora and fauna had undergone severe mutations. Even the furbolgs living nearby were affected and became violent and warlike.

The so-called haste makes waste, and the enemy is so close that Leticia unconsciously forgets Andrea's teachings, and she is played around by the treacherous terror king under her impatience.

The tenacious Illidan will not be easily deceived by the devil's tricks. The special vision obtained by the demon hunter with eyes can see the flow of energy in a wide range, and no cunning devil can escape his eyes.

When the Dreadlord was happily enjoying the pleasure of playing with the night elves, he didn't know that his hometown was attacked.

While Tichondrius and other dreadlords were out, Illidan followed the energy flow to find the source of the corrupted forest—the head of Gul'dan.

The demon fish who stayed behind were beaten out of their hands. When the night elves sent by Tyrande to "assist" Illidan were busy cleaning up the demons, the demon hunter had already held the head of Gul'dan in his hands.

"interesting."

Illidan touched his chin with his free left hand, and there was a half-smile expression on his face, "The fel artifact made of someone's head still contains a lot of knowledge left by the owner of the head, so..."

Illidan has always been a person who does what he thinks. After confirming that there is no danger around him, he immediately began to absorb the huge evil energy in Gul'dan's skull.

The fel energy pouring into his body began to change Illidan's body shape. His physique became taller, his feet became hooves, curved feet grew on his head, and a pair of demon-specific flesh wings appeared on his back.

The head of Gul'dan was stolen, and Tichondrius immediately sensed that something was wrong. He gave up his plan to play with Leticia, and hurried back to the altar with the Dreadlord team.

When Laetitia followed Tichondrius and the others to the altar, Malfurion just happened to fly from Mount Hyjal, and the people gathered from all directions happened to collide.

Seeing the strange demon sizing up his sharp claws, Malfurion felt an instinctive pain in his heart, and immediately attacked him furiously.

"Demon! What have you done to my brother!"